Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 10:17:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Linda the Librarian Part 9 {Jenna}(F/F reluc)[9!_]

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Chapter Nine:

As the black stretch limousine pulled into the long perfectly landscaped
circular driveway on its way to the huge two-story mansion the stretched
midway on the route, Judge Landers leaned back in the thickly padded
leather seat and reminisced. Her thoughts floated back months ago when she
first encountered Linda, the local librarian. A grin pierced her lips as
she recalled when Linda thought she had gotten the best of her by leaving
her stranded in the dingy bars restroom, naked and without any
clothes. "Stupid bitch," she chuckled to herself. Little did Linda know
that that bar was filled with her employee's. People she'd hired to do her
disgusting dirty work in the past or ex-con looking to catch a break.

Paula wished Linda had stuck around to watch her walk out of the restroom
stark naked and unafraid. "That would've confused her," she muttered to
herself as the limo eased to a stop.

"Thank you Jennifer," Paula thanked the driver as she stepped from the limo
and walked up to her home.

It had been months since that encounter and oh how things had
changed. Judge Landers had had Linda arrested by a few of her cop friends
and brought to her home. She had made Linda write a letter to her employer
asking for an extended leave of absence. Since the letter was delivered,
Linda hadn't been heard from since. A couple of her co-workers had made
inquiries with the police, but were always reassured that they 'were on
it.'

No one in the small town had any idea of the kind of power that Judge
Landers possessed. No one seemed to care either. She never flaunted it or
made a nuisance of herself with it. The judge was known to have a secret
agenda, but it never seemed to concern anyone what, exactly, that agenda
was.

It was inconceivable to think that Judge Landers had kidnapped Linda and
was methodically brainwashing her in her basement dungeon. No one could
have imagined that the sweet, friendly, chic judge could mastermind such an
evil plot.

But it was true. Linda had been kidnapped and she was living in the judges'
dungeon.

In the early days of her imprisonment, Linda was stripped naked and tied
spread-eagled to a huge 'X'. She was blindfolded and beaten daily by the
judge. She was methodically tortured and made to repeat statements over and
over again. The judge was forcing Linda to worship her.

Linda was strong at first, stronger than many the judge had encountered
before, but after weeks of constant torture and depravation, Linda finally
submitted. No longer did she hesitate to perform her mistress'
commands. Her freedom depended upon her quick action and she rarely
disappointed.

Linda lived a plush existence in the huge mansion and catered to Paula, or
shall we say "Mistress Paula's" needs. She wore a French maid suit, without
panties or nylons of course, and greeted her Mistress at the front door
every day. She prepared meals and baths, performed massages and deviant
sexual acts for her Mistress or her guests. She drank piss on a regular
basis, including her own. Yes, it's true. You see, at night Linda is hooked
up to a device that attaches to her vagina and captures her urine. A tube
runs directly into her mouth and she is REQUIRED to drink her morning piss
before she starts work.

Nowadays, Linda doesn't think twice about the disgusting task. She
willingly sucks the tube dry each morning and regularly drinks her own piss
at other times of the day as well. Often times she prepares what she calls
a "Golden Nectar" cocktail. It's nothing more than her own piss, straight
from the tap and served on the rocks. Linda has acquired quite a taste for
piss and often craves it. She doesn't mind begging her Mistress for hers
either. Linda sometimes thinks that her Mistress teases her and withholds
her piss on purpose, just to annoy her.

Linda is well groomed and the judge loves her for it.

Judge Landers also uses medication to keep Linda under control. Linda
receives a daily dose of vitamins and minerals too along with a special
lactation drug that keeps her breasts full and plump.

The huge front door swings open widely and Linda throws her arms around
Judge Landers neck and giggles, "You're HOME! Please come in. Let me take
your things, Mistress."

Linda must always be excited to see the judge when she comes home. Paula
likes that and Linda's freedom depends upon it.

"How was your day, Mistress?" Linda excitedly inquires, hoping to hear all
about it.

"You'll never guess who I saw today."

"Who Mistress, who?"

"Your niece."

"Jenna? You saw Jenna?" asked Linda in her best syrupy voice.

"Yup, at the cafe^Â downtown. I'm thinking of having her over. Would you
like that?"

"Yes, oh yes! That'd be wonderful. You know that I raised her from a child
didn't you?"

"Yes, I knew that. Now go draw me a bath and be quick about it," ordered
the judge.

Linda scampered off to the bathroom, her buttocks jiggling under the tiny
short skirt as she ran.

As Paula sank into the tub for a relaxing bath, she spoke to Linda, "Well,
my naughty little whore, if you want to see your niece, we have some
preparations to make."

"Yes, Mistress, anything you wish," Linda willingly offered as she washed
Paula's breasts.

"Meet me downstairs after my bath. Prepare my usual table and be ready for
me when I get there," Paula instructed.

Gleefully Linda responded, "Yes, Mistress!" Linda knew what that meant and
it was all she could do to keep from oozing love juice as she hurriedly
made her way downstairs. Linda knew she was about to be tortured by her
Mistress and she couldn't wait.

Linda almost stumbled as she scampered down the musty stone steps and into
the dark dank dungeon. She pushed open the heavy creaky door and slipped
inside. Her stomach had butterflies as she arranged and straightened the
table full of her Mistress' favorite tools of torture. Dildo's, clamps,
leather straps, gags, chains, whips, paddles, candles, clothespins,
weights, and other assorted devices were neatly displayed.

Linda stripped and eagerly laid on the large wooden table. Her pussy was
already swollen and juicy. She hadn't been tortured for a couple of days
and she really craved her Mistress' torment. Her large breasts were swollen
too. Her nipples ached, as she lay there and waited, spread-eagled.

Linda gasped when she heard Paula enter the dingy room. She felt like
bursting, as the anticipation alone was almost more than she could
bear. She glanced over to see Paula was dressed in black leather from head
to toe. A tight pony tail sprung from the back of her hood and bobbed
loosely behind her. Linda could smell the aroma of her aroused Mistress as
it seeped from between her crotch-less leather pants.

Paula walked to Linda's head and strapped her wrists together with thick
leather bonds and pulled them tightly over her head. She grunted often as
she tightened and cinched. Paula felt that added a great deal to the drama
of what was to come so she made a habit of it. She bound each of Linda's
ankles in a similar manner and secured them to opposite corners of the
table.

Paula then took her riding crop and traced it along Linda's inner
thighs. She gently tapped her pussy, stomach and nipples, causing Linda to
gasp and squirm. "You like this don't you slut?" she taunted.

"Yes Mistress, I do," sighed Linda already on the verge of a tremendous
orgasm.

"You know you can't cum until I tell you to, don't you slut?"

"Y-yes Mistress," Linda said, biting her lip.

"Good. Just checking. It looks like that pussy of yours is ready to
explode, slut," Paula teased as she scoured the table of tools. "Let's see
how far we can take you tonight, shall we?"

Linda could only moan. She was biting her lip to hold back her orgasm. The
touch and sting of her Mistresses riding crop had driven her wild. She
wanted more, much more.

In a sultry, sensual voice Paula asked, "So you want to see your little
niece, huh?"

"Mmmmmmmm, yessss," Linda moaned as her pussy surged more wetness. The
thought of her niece seeing her like this excited Linda even more. What
would little Jenna think anyway? She was a prim and proper schoolteacher
for one of the most influential private schools in the area. Linda squirmed
as she envisioned Jenna's shocked face as she watched her aunt, the woman
who had raised her and cared for her from childhood, be tortured and
brought to a delicious orgasm right before her eyes! "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh,"
Linda groaned as she seeped more love juice. She was on the brink of orgasm
and she had to stop thinking about Jenna.

Paula rummaged through her table of tools and said, "Well then we have to
make sure you're properly prepared to meet her, then won't we?"

"Yes, Mistress," sighed Linda, "I'll do whatever you say."

"I know you will, my slut, I know you will. But think of this as
reinforcement," Paula said as she lined up nipple clamps, candles and a
cat-o'-nine-tails beside Linda. She loved to let Linda see the tools she'd
chosen BEFORE she used them. Paula loved to watch her victims' stomach
heave with anticipation and squirm with desire.

Paula clamped Linda's nipples and dripped hot wax on her breasts and
chest. Linda squirmed with each drop and had to be reminded several times
not to cum. "Repeat after me, slut: I belong to my Mistress Paula."

"I belong to my Mistress Paula," Linda moaned.

"I will do whatever she asks of me," Paula continued as she dripped hot wax
on Linda's swollen breasts.

"I will do whatever she asks of me," Linda repeated as a drop of hot wax
landed on her throbbing nipple.

"I will serve my niece my golden nectar cocktail," Paula grinned as she
dropped more wax.

Linda's mind was a crazed mess of wild erotic emotions. She was so close to
orgasm it was hurting. The thought of pissing in a glass filled with ice
cubes and making her niece drink it nearly pushed her over the edge. She
excitedly repeated the phrase.

Paula continued her torturous methods of mind control. She tormented Linda
for many more minutes, making her repeat phrase after phrase of how she
would do things to her niece or make her niece do things to her. She
whipped her after each successful repetition to reinforce her point.

Linda was going mad with desire. Finally and mercifully Paula let Linda
orgasm.

Linda had had some powerful orgasms at the hand of her Mistress before, but
this orgasm was unlike any other. Wild, deviant thoughts of Jenna raced
through her mind as she came in buckets. She pictured her niece sucking on
her tits, eating her pussy, drinking her piss and licking her ass. Her
stomach convulsed with a second orgasm before she had even finished with
the first.

Linda was fast becoming a raging sexual machine that was focused on one
thing and one thing only: to have sex with her niece Jenna, even if it
meant rape.

Paula released her spent and used slut and helped her to her bed.

Obediently, Linda strapped on her urine sack, put the small tube in her
mouth and lay face down on her custom-made bed like she had done for
months. She nestled her breasts into the cups that hung below the thin
mattress. As the sound of a machine began in the background, Linda fell
asleep. She loved this part and it totally relaxed her. Linda loved how the
machine gently massaged her swollen breasts and sucked on her engorged
nipples.

Paula smiled and covered her love slave, as she remembered how it used to
be. She thought back to a time when she used to have to strap Linda into
the bed and listen to her screams each time the machine started throughout
the night. But after months of training, those days were long gone. The
pulsing 'mmmmm, psssst, mmmmm, psssst' of the machine were soothing sounds
to Linda now and Paula loved it.


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